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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1936-01-09, Page 2TTIURS., JAN. 9,,;1936 The Clinton News -Record' s _-With which' is Incorporated' I ' -THE NEW ERA UB CRIPTION TERMS()FS S 11.6O per year in advance, ceo to Cana- dian a- dian`addresses, 2.00, to the U.S. .-or other foreign` countries. No paper idiscentinued untilall arrears are paid unless 'at • the optlon of the, publish- er. The date to which every sub- ecription is paid is denoted on the label. ADVERTISING RATES — :,Tran• siesit advertising 12c per count line, for first insertion. Se for each sub- sequent insertion. Beading counts 2 lines. 'Small advertisements not to exceed one inch, such as "Wanted," "Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted once for 38c, eaeh subsegment insertion 15e.; Rates' for display •advertising, made known on application. Communications intended for pub- lication must, as 'a, guarantee of .good faith, be accompanied by the name' of the writer. _ G. E. HALL, M. P. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor. H. T. RANCE Notary Public, Conveyaneer Financial, Real Estate and Fire In- surance Agent, Representing 14 Fire Insurance Companies.' Division Court Office. Clinton Frank Fingland, B.A., LL.B. Barrister, •Solicitor, Notary Public Successor to W. Brydone, K.C. Sloan Block — Clinton, Ont, DR. F. A. AXON Dentist Graduate of C.O.D.S., Chicago and R.C.D.S., Toronto. Crown and plate work a specialty. Phone 185, Clinton, Ont. 19-4-34. OLOGU By Maa•tha - In Prologue to Love, the author' of Wild Geese, for which she :v9c t a size and Tlie Dark. Dawn' �5t000 maze, � has ' departed boldly (roma her earlier method, and has written ,a: genuine, romance, more powerful and appeal - Mg than her previous realistic hots.6g els, _Autumn Dean's- destiny was sealed in a moment of moon -lit:' magie. Looking into Bruce, Landor's level. eyes, she knew that she loved him. But love between these two .was, it seemed, a forbidden thingaa heti- tage from her mother, Millicent O- dell ., forever- loved, forever lost. The setting of this ; splendid story is the Karnloops Valley of •British Columbia, midway' between the vast arches of the Rockies and the colorful Cascades. To this region of great sheep, ranches, Autumn Dean returns from .her schooling a- mong the . Continental smart Bet, to find herself inescapably. faced with a fateful secret and a conquering love. As in the author% earilest'"nov- els, the present story is. steeped In the stark, wild beauty of the North- west, It is intensely vital with hu- man drama. Autumn Dean is puzzled by the re- ception given her by her old freind Hector Cardigan, and is made un• easy later by -the reception given her, by her strange, father. But she has come home, is determined to D. Ii. McINNES CHIROPRACTOR Electro Therapist, Massage . Office: Huroh Street. (Few Doors west of Royal Bank) Hours—Wed. and Sat. and by appointment. FOOT CORRECTION by manipulation Sun -Ray Treatment Phone 207 A. E. COOK PIANO AND VOICE Studio At' MR. E. C. 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Any money to be paid may be paid to the Royal Bank, Clinton; Bank of Commerce, Seaforth, or at Calvin Cutt's Grocery, Goderich. Parties desiring to effect insur- ance or transact other business will be promptly attended to on applica- ion to any of the above officers ad- dressed to their respective post offi- ces. Losses inspected by the director wale lives nearest the scene. • 1 ANADIAN NATIONAL ' Al WAYS manner to the world in general had, been hostile, people said, .e ve r since the death of his beautiful wife. If laruee was perplexed at the Laird's. . stony, -refusal to acknowledge him even as a neighbor, there was at' least some consolation in ' the fact that the .dour sheepman treated ev- ery one alike, granting each a sort cf individual eclipse with the extra- ordinaryower of his unseeingeye. P Y It was ; mid-afternoon, the light falling:noist and sweet from the green of, the hills into the curved valley where the Landor, ranch seen ed to hide in humility from: its more magaificant neighboym the domain of Jarvis Dean. The ancient weep- ing -willow trees` drooped like a cease- less lovely rain into their own dark and earthy shadow, and like a phal- aux of: green -tipped paint brushes the long avenue of Lombardy poplars stroked the sky, swaying in a whis- pered rhythm from the corrals to the Lanclor 'ranch house. In . the tiny patch of sunlight that lay like . a gilded shield between the house and the somber poplars, Jane Landor's irises bloomed, purple, yellow, and then again purple, on each satin lip a brilliant sunny stain. Jane Lan- dor's hands would probably never trim those- beds again, Bruce thought as he strode down the walk leading 'from the house to the corrals. The voices of the ranch hands, the bleat of sheep, the occasional barking of a dog, were rarefied to unreality stay and to make the best of it. through the blue filament of the air. TIME TABLE Trains will arrive at and depart from Clinton as follows: Buffalo and Goderich Div. Going East, depart Going East, depart Going West, depart '7.08 a.m. 3.00 p.m. 11.50 a.m. Going West, depart 9.58 p.m. London, Huron & Bruce Going North, ar. 11.34. lve. 11.54 a.m. Going South 3,68 p.m. Exports of Canadian bacon to Great Britain during November,. 1935 amounted approximately to 11,500,- 000 lbs, as compared whir 9,600,000 lbs. in November, 1934. This brings the bacon exports to the Old Coun- try tor the first eleven months of 1935 up to 116,875,100 lbs: an 'in- crease of 6,750,100 lbs: on the corre- sponding; inonths of 1934. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER VI The moods which had attended 3ruce Landor all day had been of ,wo disconcerting extreines. In one moment he would be swept up to heights of emotion as he thought of how Autumn Dean looked at him' on From the woodshed came the whir of the shearing machine. Two or three hundred • sheep stood in the corral outside, a ranch hand running them into the shed as quickly as the signal carte ' from within. These were the pick of Brace's flock of more than three thousand; they were great three-year-old Merinos, , their bodies richly wattled, and their av- sort, 'Weil?" Bruce asked; him, "Ole, ,indeed, I';did, sir. ''As 1 say— like a yosug.one:'.,eryin', it was!' "h'fl 'go down; and take 'a look," said Bruce and rode away. At"the eictrairce' -‚ to the ravine Bruce swung his long body out of the saddle and walked slowly ante the Birches;' letting his horse wander off to "nibble the sweet ,young grass. On a little rise, of ground he stood and 'listened. The shimmering air held a sad stillness; ever the coquet- tish young leaves of the birches drooped` in a melancholy quietude, He had been standing !there only a moment when from somewhere deep within: the birches , came the tiny bleat of a lamb. Ned was too ex- perienced a herder to permitany of his wards' to: stray. Besides, .` :the. sound had come from 'well within.' the land-, of Jarvis Dean. The responsi- bility was not his and yet—he step- ped down from the rise of ground and strode •through. the 'birches till he caine to the creek. - He followed the •shallow stream downward until he came at least to the fatal spot which he had marked years ago and which he had visited occasionally during the `summers that had come and gone since his boyhood—the spot where the sheep -herder had found the still form of Geoffrey Landor lying in the shallow creek. He paused a moment and looked a- bout him. The light of the waning afternoon was a pure amber sprayed with lacy leaf -shadows.' Here it was, and on such a day as this, that Geof- frey Landor had last looked upon the world he had loved. dteir meeting last night, the quick, erage yield of wool would be well ov- shy veiling of those luminous gray• er fifteen pounds. They were his green eyes of hers, a concealment great experiment in feeding for the. that had brought a strange throb to best possible results in wool texture, his blood. In the next moment he and while other sheepmen had laugh - would be in the depths, remembering ed at him and called him finicy and how she had been sent away. impracitcal, he had gone serenely When Autumn had gone, he had ahead. done his best to soothe his mother He went into the shearing pen, and dissipate the fears that had beset where the great tall hemp sacks were her wandering mind. When be had rapidly filling with wool.• As the finally succeeded in getting her to nervous' sheep passed from the hands sleep, he had sat beside her for a of the shearer, they 'Were being long time, reluctant to call the nurse' caught by the brander, who gave from her room I each a smear from his branding All his life, it seemed, Bruce Lan- `brush. Bruce stood by and laughed for had been compelled to adjust at the ungainly look of a great - himself in one way or another to his horned ram as, shorn of his he las s- cent coat and duly branded, he dash- ed to freedom. When he had inspected the work and instructed his men, Bruce went out and made his way to the small pasture back of the poplars, where he whistled to his horse. When lie had saddled him he mounted and rode off to the southward to visit one of his camps. He found the camp deserted. The flock, he knew, was grazing to the eastward, close to the edge of the Dean property. He caught sight of the sheep edging their way across the face of a hill. The herder was bringing them back to camp for the night. Bruce rode out and circled to the rear of the flock, where he found his herder at work with his dog, bring- ing up the stragglers and , keeping the sheep on the move toward camp. "We'll be ready for your bunch to -morrow, Ned," he told the man. "Right, sir! I'11, start 'em in first amber -clear creek, his head lying Ching." downstreadi and the white stones un- Bruce ran his eye over the flock. der the water there becoming red as "They'll feel better when they've sullen garnets. Out of his own young been to the shearers," he said. "It heartbreak had grown a great pity was very warm for a while this' af- and patience for her. ternoon." In all thosetwenty years Bruce "It was warm, all right. I found it had never heard his mother speak hard e.to" keep my eyes open for a "You've seen nothing more of that big coyote hanging around?" • mother's humors, He had scarcely known a day at home that had not been marred by her variable temper that often flared up over the merest trifle. It had begun when be• was tight—twenty years ago now — and very soon he had grown, in his path- etic boyish way, to understand that his mother's sudden outbursts were, her only means of preserving her sanity after what had happened to his. father, that dashing figure ro- mantically and tragically limned in memory. She must have loved Geof- frey Landor with a singular and rather awful intensity, and Bruce could imagine the dreadful scene in the birch -hung gully recurring to her with cruel suddenness in the midst of some familiar task. IIe could im- agine her lifting her eyes from her sewing or from her work among her flower -beds, and beholding again the stark verity of Geoffrey Landor ly- ing face downward in the shallow, the name of Millicent Odell until she had spoken it last night. His mem- ory of his father was on the whole manage alone." ' "Thanks, Bruce," she said, and got •nto her saddle at once. • When be had seated the boy before her, he lifted the lamb and mounted his home, and in •a moment they were riding slowly up -the hillside on the way to the trail that led back to the Dean ranch House,' "8 1i e -youwill try'to forget what . 4P Y happened last night, Autumn," Bruce said when they had gone a little way in silence, a , Autumn turned to him and smiled reassuringly. "One. doesn't try to forget such things, Bruce," she re- plied. "One. tries - to understand them." "That's better of course," he isaid. "I am' sorry it happened."' 'It 'couldn't be helped. It was I who insisted' on going down. Besides —I 'think I'm glad rather, than sot, He lifted his eyes suddenly at the sound of a child's whimper. Only a few yards away, half -hidden behind the shining birches, a small boy was leading a lamb at the end of a rope. At first he could not believe his eyes. But when he called and the boy turn- ed his face toward him and began to cry, Bruce knew hini at once. It was the ,young son of Tom Willmar, Jar- vis Dean's foreman. In a moment he had the boy in his arms. "Why, Simmy! Where did, you come from?" he asked. Simmy buried his face on Bruce's shoulder and sobbed. The lamb promptly lay down in the fern that grew beside the water. Bruce laughed as he hugged the the boy close. "Where in the world do you think you're going, Simmy?" He asked. "I want to go home," Simmy sob- bed. "I' want to go home," "Sure you do. Come along, son, and I'll take you home," Bruce com- forted him. He caught up the lamb under one arm, and carrying the boy on the other, made his way quickly out of the birches and whistled to • his horse. Almost at the same instant he heard a woman's voice call from the hilltop to the ,northward and look- ing up he saw Autumn Dean riding toward him. He hailed her and wait- ed until she had come down to him and had dismounted beside him. "Where did you find him?" she asked Bruce. "Down there in the gully, He looked as if he.was getting ready to put up for the night." "Simmy, you little imp!" Autumn said, stretching her arms out for him. "Come to me, darling ." Bruce surrendered his charge and stood by, the lamb still in his arms, while Autumn wiped the boy's eyes and cheeks with her handkerchief and kissed him to still his crying. "Don't cry, darling. Autumn will take you back home." She looked at Bruce. "Could anything be sillier?" she said and laughed. "That's Mo - mo you have in your arms. The men told Simmy that they were going to dock Mo-mo's tail this afternoon and Simmy just wouldn't stand for it. He ran off to hide Mo -mo in the hills. He must have been gone for hours before any one missed him," "How did you know where to look for him?" Bruce asked. very vague. But he could recall one "I'm thinkin' ye'll see little o' that afternoon in summer—it had remain- one from now on," said the herder. ed with him like a vivid dream — "Them two shots I got at him day when they had ridden together down before yesterday come close to put - the birchfilled gully where they had tin' him away for keeps. But, since gathered pocketful's of rounded peb- bles from the creek and Bruce had used them in the sling -shot his fath- er had made for him, He did not know how he had come to think of his father and Millicent Dean as friends, but somewhere in that dimly recollected past he had seen them riding together down some forgotten trail and his boyish fancy had clung to the pictnre so that he had rarely been able to think of them apart. He ye're askin', I did hear something this afternoon over on the Dean place. Seemed like it was down there somewhere near the Gulch—or be- yond." "You heard something?" Bruce asked. "It sounded like one o' them cats we get up in the hits sometimes— like a young -one cryin', it was." "Did you go down to see what it was?" ' remembered, too, the day when Jar- "I went as far as the Dean place, vis Dean's wife had died. He had but I could hear nothin'. I heard it forgotten the words his mother had once or twice after' then an' I could spoken that day, but the bitter spir- 'a' sworn it was a kid cryin'." "When did you hear it last?" "Mebbe an hour back — after I it in which she had spoken them had lingered with his curiosity concern- ing the relationship of the two wo- started headin' for home. I thought men. I'd come out in the evenin', just to And now, after nearly twenty make sure." years, Jane Landor had once more Bruce turned his horse about and spoken the ,name of Millicent Odell, looked eastward beyond the line that with a bitterness and hatred that separated his own land from that of time itself had failed to vanquish. Jarvis Dean. Of late; .he knew, there had been "Perhaps I'd better ride down that something almost fanatical in the way," he said, then bethought him- proud manner in which his mother self. When he had been very much had spurned Jarvis Dean, but Bruce younger, he had heard the amen talk had 'found some excuse for that in among themselves of the haunted' 'he haughty arrogance of the old gully known as Landor's Gulch. His Laird himself, who for years had liv= herder had doubtless been loath to ed almost as a recluse in his formid venture too far that way •alone able turreted house, Jarvis Dean's' "You're sure you heard a cry of'som? r,yn , "I can't quite see that," Bruce pro- tested. Autumn was silent for a moment before she replied.• -Finally she turn- ed and looked squarely. into his eyee. , "You and I, Bruce have grown up together—without knowing much about ourselves. I lay awake last night wondering why your mother should have hated mine for twenty years, or more I think I have learn- ed the reason. I spent an hour to- day with Hector Cardigan." "Hector?" ' "Yes. Has it ever occurred to you that your mother's bitterness comes of—" She hesitated and Bruce 'spoke up. "Of jealousy?" "Do you think it possible that the two—your father and my mother — may Have been in love with each other?" Bruce's eyes were straight before him as he replied, "I have never thought of either of them—without the other." There seemed to be nothing to be said after that, They rode forward together, aware of a deep and silent understanding that was more than words. Once Autumn permitted her eyes to move quickly over his strong brown hands and along his arms to the powerful curves of his shoulders. And once he turned and saw that her rippling hair had come loose from its knot at the nape of her neck and had fallen deliciously about her rose - blown cheeks. Her hair must be a sort of auburn, he thought, but in the low sun it had tints of plum col- or. He found himself thinking that else had deep-sea eyes — mermaid's eyes, luminous gray -green. He want- ed to, tell her so, but forebore. And just then a rider carte racing toward them across the range. It was one of Jarvis Dean's men who had been searching for the lost Sim - my. Mtge book lay open, face downward, at the page where he had left off his reading nearly two hours ago. It was Iiinr five o'clock and the,Sunday afternoon sunshine, lay in long slant- ing''beams across the dark green eug that coyered'the floor. He must have dozed off, he thought', as the cloak an the mantel chimed the hour. He had no idea it was so late. Dinner, would be on before he knew it. Tt was odd that Autumn had not yet come back. Florian Barr had come up'frmn Kelowna for the day and the girl had gone motoring with him.' alley would be in any moment now, surely, drinking their abominable cocktails and shattering the. Sunday' ,quiet with their inconsequential chat:l ter. Well, the 'younger generation had come to claim its own. • It was only natural, after all, he supposed. But. the coming• had irritated him. He had never given much thought to the younger generation until Autumn had returned unnanounced and taken pos- session of the gloomy old house with no other thought, apparently, than that the place was hers. It was sur- prising, too, how immediate and com- plete the possession had been. Even old Hannah had readjusted her whole psychology with Autumn as the cen- ter and controlling force of the"new order. That, no doubt, was what irri- tated him. He could never have ad- mitted to himself that anything or any one in the world could have us- urped his place in this house that had sheltered him for almost a quarter of a century. Nor was the girl con- scious of what she had done — h e would say that for her. She would be the first to protest that he was still master in his own house and his word was law. She was loyal, if loyalty could be said to exist in the hearts of these young irresponsibles, and she was. affection itself. He had loved the girl devotedly during the years she had been away .from him, but the feeling he had for her now that she was back had grown so deep that the tears started to his eyes now as be thought of her. He -was getting old, of course. That had much to do with it. But a ratan of sixty -odd had no right to think of himself as old. His shoulders were still erect, his eyes were as good as they had been twenty years ago, his voice was still resonant and steady He could do a day's work with any of them. It was ridiculous to think of himself as old. It was no sign of senility that one's daughter had reached an age where she had a will of her own. She had come back here, of course, in spite of his expressed desire that she should remain abroad. That had been regrettable. But he would have to face it out as best he might until he had had time to ar- range his affairs so that he could take her away with him. Just now he was more resolved than ever that they should quit the county. He had seen Autumn in the company of this young Parr. There "We have young Dickie to thank for that. After all hands had made a frantic search about the place. Dickie confessed he had seen Simmy, go away in this direction and I rode out at once. The men are scouring the hills. I had no idea he would have come so far." "It was sheer luck on my part," Bruce 'told her. "One of my nen was over this way and told me he thought he had heard -a child crying. I took a run over and—" "Simmy, you little idiot!" Autumn scolded the boy, "We Aright never have found you. If it hadn't been for Bruce—" She cuddled the youngster, and smiled at Bruce who stood' watching her. "Send the reward to Ned, my herd- er," he said. She set the boy on his feet and drew a sigh of relief as she looked down where the birches stood along the creek. Abruptly and.disquieting- ly out of the obscure weave of the past, a pattern; a color, stood out viv- idly before her. This was the gully she had visited' years ago against her father's desires. "I used to come down here often," she said, ' "I ,still do—sometimes," Bruce re- plied slowly. She was sorry then that site had spoken. A wistfulness had come in, to Bruce's eyes that caused her to turn away. "Come along, Simmy," she said quickly. "We've got to-get;you back "I'll. go along with yog," Bruce suggested, "You won't- ,be Able • to CHAPTER VII In his somber -toned study Jarvis Dean sat smoking his cigar. On a small, low table beside his chair a was a nincompoop; of ever there was one. What was ,wrong with a roan like old Elliott Parr that 'he could breed nothing better • than a hare-. brained .numbsleull"like Florian? The b m race must e going to the dogs! s.! And. g9 what could a igirl like Autumn see', in him? : He wasn't even thoroughly a bad one—he' was a mere.. nothing! Why in the devil hadn't the girl found herself a decent ahusbaed long ago?: IIe blamed her • Amit Flo, for that, Flo never had e ben e 'you c8 i d ount' sn m,1 c on. Well, he would, have no daughter of his mate with Florian Parr much as he admired Elliott. A cold chill passed over him as his thoughts turned to Bruce Landor. Jarvis had seen Landor and Autumn riding home together last night after that fool affair of the lost Willmar boy. What was getting into people that they couldn't take care of their own' brats any longer ? ,Damn it 'all, parents nowadays had no sense of responsibility. 'Weil, he would look after his own, at any rate. If he was called upon to do so, he. would tell Autumn emphatically that the Deans and the Landers belonged to different worlds and they would stay where they belonged. If that wasn't enough, he would go further. He would•—But why get so wrought up over a mere hypothesis? He got up quickly at the sound of a motor coming to a halt before the house. He tossed his half -smoked cigar into the fireplace and stepped to a small cupboard that stood back in one corner. He poured himself a sizable drink of his favorite Scotch blend and held it for a moment to- ward the sunlit window before he drank it. He closed the cupboard and went to his room on the same floor. He would have to brush up a bit before going down to dinner. Florian Parr filled the two glasses a second time and handed one to Au- • tunm. He was well pleased with him- . self. He had spent a large part of a beautiful Sunday afternoon an the company of Jarvis Dean's daughter and had watched her as she swung her car dizzly over trails he had nev- er traveled before. He had listened to her gay chatter and had done his best to contribute his own share of small talk about London and Paris and the men and women that be- longed to the world he had left when his father had made it plain that if he wished to remain in it any longer he would have to pay his own bills. It had been a delightful outing—al- most like a visit with an old friend. He felt very much at home here in the Dean drawing room; the furnish- ings of the place were somewhat out- moded, perhaps, but their delicacy was in fine contrast to his own mas- culine forthrightness. It was not difficult to feel robust and cout•age- eous in surroundings that were so ob- viously feminine. Besides, he had mixed the cocktails himself while Au- tumn was changing her dress and he had found it necessary to sample the (Continued on page 3) Somebody to see you! IF EVERYBODY with something to interest you should come and ring your bell, what a nuisance it would be! Think of the swarming, jostling crowd, the stamping of feet on your porch and carpets! Every week we know of callers who come to see you. They never jangle the bell—they don't take up your whole day trying to get your attention. Instead they do it in a way that is most considerate of your privacy and your convenience. They advertise in your newspaper! In this way you have only to listen to those you know at a glance have something that interests you. They make it short, too, so you can gather quickly just what you want to know. You can receive and hear them all without noise or confusion in a very few minutes. In fairness to yourself look over all the adver- tisements. The smallest and the largest—you never can`be sure which one will tell something you really want to know. TheClinton�aws-8 A FINE MEDIUM FOR ADVERTISING—READ ADS IN THIS ISSUE. PHONE 4 ti